prinzdude
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Just read a poem written by the director of "The Widows Colony" movie, after three years of working on this project. This is the story that she read on the faces of these women, Thoght its worth sharing...
The Echo of Tilak Vihar
By: Harpreet Kaur
They took away everything I had,
My husband, my honor and my lad.
I stood naked in the street,
Bare skinned and splintered feet.
Ten men rapped me one at a time,
Openly committing such a crime.
Those in uniform who were suppose to defend,
Turned to the mobs and became their friend.
I saw my husband being burned in front of my eyes,
The massacre came to us as a surprise.
I was going about my daily routine,
Suddenly I heard my neighbor scream.
I opened my door to check what was wrong,
A group of men dressed in black were all preaching a song.
“Kill all the Sikh men, don’t leave even one alive!”
Minutes later, they grabbed my neighbor, the newly wed bride.
Before I knew it, everything had come to an end.
My husband, my child and my home, nothing left to defend.
I still stand naked in the street,
Unable to find the cover I seek.
© 2005 Copyright of material contained in this piece, unless other wise indicated, is owned by Harpreet Kaur. All rights reserved.
The Widow Colony - India's Unsettled Settlement
The Echo of Tilak Vihar
By: Harpreet Kaur
They took away everything I had,
My husband, my honor and my lad.
I stood naked in the street,
Bare skinned and splintered feet.
Ten men rapped me one at a time,
Openly committing such a crime.
Those in uniform who were suppose to defend,
Turned to the mobs and became their friend.
I saw my husband being burned in front of my eyes,
The massacre came to us as a surprise.
I was going about my daily routine,
Suddenly I heard my neighbor scream.
I opened my door to check what was wrong,
A group of men dressed in black were all preaching a song.
“Kill all the Sikh men, don’t leave even one alive!”
Minutes later, they grabbed my neighbor, the newly wed bride.
Before I knew it, everything had come to an end.
My husband, my child and my home, nothing left to defend.
I still stand naked in the street,
Unable to find the cover I seek.
© 2005 Copyright of material contained in this piece, unless other wise indicated, is owned by Harpreet Kaur. All rights reserved.
The Widow Colony - India's Unsettled Settlement
